by J. L. Beck
This? Most definitely unnatural.
Breathing steadily, I held on as my muscles got used to Jack's invasion. I was most definitely curious about where this was going. Slowly, he began to move back there, but not too fast to suddenly hurt me. A steady and strong thrust, sliding in and out of me.
I was panting from it, it was so intense, so strong. I don’t know what I had been expecting, but it wasn’t this. It wasn't as if I regularly touched myself back there, so he was opening me up to a whole new world.
Jack kept a finger on my clit as he penetrated me, which most definitely helped matters. Keeping me relaxed, keeping me pleased was all part of the bigger plan.
"You liking that, babe?"
I nodded and whimpered my affirmation.
"Good, good, because this is just the beginning. You ain't seen nothing yet, Cassie."
All the while Jack was prepping my asshole and getting me used to the idea, Julian was finishing stripping down.
He was standing tall at the side of the bed, his cock throbbing and most definitely ready for its fire to be quenched inside of me. Stroking himself, it looked as if he was more than ready for his turn, and I guess hoping Jack would hurry up and get done.
Or so I thought anyway.
Apparently, when I thought I was a one-player game for them to share, I was wrong. I was totally a two-player game, and they were about to show me how.
Julian planted a kiss on me, his hot body pressing against my own, the sweat and friction something fierce between us. His throbbing erection was tickling right outside of my slit, and his eyes locked with mine, clearly communicating the devious ideas these two had.
They weren't going to... Fuck, they were, weren't they?
I gulped. They were expanding my horizons, fast, and showing me just how to cope with two men who wanted to fuck me.
"Going to fill you to the fucking brim, Cassie," Julian whispered in my ear. "You're going to love what we're going to do to you."
Oddly, I nodded, more or less automatically. Stupid instincts and horniness were about to literally get me torn apart.
Thankfully, Jack slowed down as Julian approached. They were going to be nice with me, at least, and not just wantonly thrust things into me.
A deep breath, Julian massaged my clit, making me anticipate the end result as he brought himself to my entrance and slowly yet surely…well, entered.
God, immense was a word I would use for it, and yet it felt like an understatement. I really was being torn apart by them, both of the twins’ cocks inside me, feeling as if they could rip me apart.
I truly was completely at their mercy.
Bracing myself, I nodded again, but I didn’t know why. Stupid monkey brain was taking over and just wanted satisfaction, no matter what the risk.
"Fuck, she's crushing me. I like it," Julian said.
All Jack could do was gasp and agree wholeheartedly with enthusiastic nods.
The fucking would soon begin. Jack would slide out as Julian slid in. The friction, the pressure between them was so great. Usually, when I was fucked by one of them, it was a tidal wave rolling in and out, my body being the beach, a brief reprieve between each impact.
Now? I didn't even get that break. It was an endless tsunami crashing into me, defying physics and just overwhelming me with sheer, raw power. I was shaking, screaming for them, and tears were in my eyes. I couldn't move, just endure this bliss and not one thing more when sandwiched between the two hunky twins.
I could barely hear their own grunts, what all of this was doing to them, far beyond what a normal girl would be giving them. That I was able to take this without erupting into a bloody mess, well, I suddenly felt a whole lot more special, as if I was some sort of sexual super-heroine.
In and out, pumping from both sides. I was losing it so damn fast. I fought it, wanting to be aware of everything that was happening and being overpowered with orgasms was not how that was done.
They were pushing me closer and closer to the edge, essentially just dangling me off the cliff at this point.
"Say it," Julian whispered into my ear. "Tell us you want it."
"Want—want what?" I somehow managed to spit out.
"You want us to fill you with cum. Fill you from both sides with our seed. You don't care about the risks. You want to have our child, Cassie. You want all of us."
I was shaking in place, my mind a fog. I didn't want to think about the present, the problems, my anxieties, or anything like that.
Julian and Jack had slowed to a point, though, where I wouldn't be coming unless I gave them an answer. Unless I told them what they wanted.
Unless I accepted my fate as their slut, as the mother of their children.
In the state I was in, I didn't have the brainpower to overanalyze things. All I could do was say what I wanted at the basest part of my being.
"Yes, please, fuck me, please, fill me up, give me it all!" I screamed out, the torture of being right on the edge too much to cope with any longer.
They had permission. They had my wishes.
They took full advantage.
Faster than ever before, they went back to pushing me to my absolute limits as a woman, pumping in and out of me, sending me screaming past what I would have once called a climax.
I was lost, plunging into the sea of ecstatic orgasm.
My entire body was pulsating with it, every little nerve there was writing with need and desire. I was screaming for them, but I couldn't hear my voice. I was just far too overloaded to properly comprehend it.
Even in that over-stimulated haze, though, I could feel them quivering inside me. Their cocks pulsing, the cum rushing through them and exploding out and into me.
Into my ass, where it felt so weird yet so wonderful. The warmth back there? It was wrong, but it was the right kind of wrong, if such a thing could be said.
Then Julian unleashed himself as well. Blast after blast of his cum running into where nature intended it. This just felt the right kind of right. Warmth emanating from deep within my core. It was spreading through my entire body, so blissful, so great.
"Fuck, she's just too good to be true, man," Jack said, his breath ragged and rough.
"She is true. She's good. She's ours, brother."
They both let me go, freeing my body from the blissful tyranny of their cocks and letting me rest in between them, feeling copious amounts of seed leak out of both of my holes.
Disgusting yet wonderful.
They held me close between them. God, this was perfect.
I had finally made my decision, and I doubted I could have possibly made a better one.
CHAPTER NINE
EPILOGUE
"Cassie," that youthful, curious voice asked me as she helped me mix things for dinner, "can I ask you a question?"
"What's going on, Tiff?"
"Are you pregant?" She pointed to my slightly swelling gut that was now poking through my T-shirt.
I paused and looked down at her. I always thought that was a rude question to ask someone. At least a lot of my friends thought so. Given she was an eight-year-old girl, though, she didn't have a full grasp of proper etiquette around such a thing.
"First, it's pregnant. There's an 'n' in there. Second, you should be careful who you ask that in the future, okay? Three, yes. Yes, I am."
"You are? You're having a baby?" Her eyes lit up, like she was more excited about the prospect than I was.
"That's what being pregnant means, Tiff."
"Wow. So you're going to be a mommy?"
I nodded. "And you're going to be an auntie."
"I am? But I'm not old enough to be an auntie."
"What do you think aunts are, Tiff?"
"Um...these old women who hang around Mommy?"
I shook my head. I supposed I could teach her something. "No, no. Those can be aunts, but an aunt is your parents’ sibling. You can be an aunt just fine."
She scratched her head. "How am I going to be an au
ntie then?"
"Your brothers are going to be daddies. That means you are the sibling of this child's parents. You're going to be an aunt, Tiff."
"Oh, I see. Can I do aunt things with the baby when it's born?"
"Depends on what you think aunt things are."
She shrugged. Which was fine, because I didn’t know what she thought she was going to do.
The penthouse was a warm place now. I did my part in taking care of Tiff, but the whole professional babysitter thing at this point was just excess, something that I could put on my resume in the future.
I'd still pursue that, yes. I'd take it as it came. I had ensnared two fine men and was already building a family. Why not embrace it while it was sitting right there? There was no way I was ever going to find anything better.
Even as I cooked, though, I had to deal with the predatory glares of Jack and Julian.
They knew they couldn't take me right now. Not with Tiff watching.
As soon as she wasn't, though?
God, my nights were never boring, even less so since they found out I was pregnant. I always heard that pregnancy hormones would make you horny, yet the only thing I'd noticed so far was that it made the two of them even hornier.
Which really was surprising because I didn't think that should be possible.
Our lust was quickly morphing into love, too. Sure, we went about the whole relationship thing in terribly the wrong order. You got to know someone a lot through pillow talk, and we'd even arranged for Isabella to watch Tiff every so often—for a nice bonus—so we could go out and on a proper date.
A tour of the city, more sights and sounds than I had ever dreamed of seeing, and even some dirty time in places that were hardly appropriate for us to be dirty in.
I carried the dish over to the oven and slid it in, turning back around to catch Julian licking his lips my way. There was no doubt in my mind that it wasn't for food, just letting me know what was I in for.
I set the timer for the oven, and it also reminded me that I had time where I didn't need to show full attention to the dish.
"Tiff, why don't you go play with your Xbox for a bit?"
"Okay, Cassie." She happily ran off, pleased to have permission to go sit in front of the TV like a potato for a change.
I walked over to Julian, who proceeded to pull me into the room and closed the door.
He immediately embraced me, a deep kiss and a hand on the small of my back. "You can't wait until tonight, can you?" I shot him a playful glare.
"Tiff isn't in bed for almost four hours. What do you think I am, some sort of machine who can resist you for that long?"
"I thought we agreed that we would hold back, as long as she's awake."
"Yeah, but, um... I sort of want you now."
"You're lucky that what I'm cooking takes an hour in the oven, you know."
"The only oven I care about is this one." He placed a hand on my abdomen, massaging it gently.
"You got your wish. Fuck me enough times like you two do, and it's bound to happen."
"Whelp, you were worried about getting pregnant. The way I see it is you don't have to worry about it for another half year now."
"Ah yes, the birth control of pregnancy. Brilliant."
"I know, isn't it?"
His hands had wormed under my pants and into my panties.
The door to the room opened.
"Am I hearing adult activities happening early in here?"
It was Jack.
"I'm trying to convince her to have some fun with us."
"You two are insatiable man-sluts, you know that?" I murmured.
"Ah, but we're you're insatiable man sluts."
They led me to the bed. I wasn’t getting out of this one.
Not that I would want to.
"Just a quickie. I am technically cooking right now," I pointed out.
"Sure, sure. Everyone gets to have a grand ol' orgasm," Julian said, rubbing me through my jeans and wasting little time digging deeper to get to the fruit he truly wanted.
"What, we both can't fuck her?" Jack added.
"Maybe later. For now, we have to be practical guys. Jesus."
I cupped both of them in the crotch. My duty as their lover was a daunting one, but I was committed to seeing it through. They were going to come for me. Again and again. I was going to keep both sets of their balls drained and dry, whether it be through mouth, pussy, or...other methods.
Jack's words from a while ago echoed through my head. This was a hardly typical life, but it was mine, and it was wonderful. I was going to enjoy it to its absolute fullest.
Bad For You
Bad Series #1
J.L. Beck
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Bad For You
All I wanted was one kiss, one taste. My only problem was thinking once would be enough…
What happens when you’ve got it bad for your Dad’s best friend, and business partner? He’s everything I want, and nothing I can have, and I’ll do whatever I can to have just one taste.
Chapter One
Audrey
“Have you ever had a secret, Bridget?” I whispered to Bridget, my childhood best friend. I knew her answer, because I knew all of her secrets, but that wasn’t the point, the point was what I was about to confess to her.
She looked at me like I was an idiot and rolled her eyes before taking a long drink of her martini. “Are you playing dumb with me? You don’t remember that one time when I told you I went down on…” My eyes grew to size of saucers when I realized just what secret she was about to retell.
“Alright, alright! I wasn’t trying to be a dick about it. I was just asking because I’m about to tell you something I’ve never told anyone, I’ve never even spoken it out loud.” I could feel my cheeks reddening at the thought of Jameson Briggs, my father’s business partner and best friend. He was nearly twenty years older than me, and one of Seattle’s biggest business tycoons, and did I mention he was my Father’s best friend?
Bridget’s big blue eyes seemed to glow as she waited for me to start in on the secret I was holding in.
“You remember Jameson Briggs, right?” I questioned innocently. She took another gulp of her martini, and nodded her head yes.
“Mr. Six feet two inches of sexy, with a body made for fuc…” I cut her off that second because she was about to go into, what I called, a swearing fit.
“Yes, that guy! Well I… Uh… I’ve been crushing on him for a few years now.” I exhaled as I continued. “And I think maybe he also has a thing for me, there’s just two, maybe three pesky problems…”
Bridget’s lips pulled back into a big, bright smile. “OMG girl, you have the hot’s for your Dad’s best friend….” she all but squealed, drawing attention from a group of guys at the table across from us.
“Shhh… I don’t want everyone knowing about my secret crush.” My face was growing redder with every passing second.
“Oh shut up, and drink some liquid courage.” Bridget laughed, shoving my glass of wine directly into my face. “Plus, you think he might have a crush too.” Doubt filled my belly, because even if I did want to go a round o
r five with Jameson, I knew my father would never approve.
“Still, if any of these guys know who I am or who my Father is, they’ll report back to him about our conversation or whatever part of it they hear.” I knew I was probably overreacting, but there was no way I was letting a chance with Jameson go down like all my other dates had.
“How about this…” Bridget leaned into me. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. “You feel him out tomorrow, literally and figuratively, and find out if he gets the hint that you want to be more than just friends with him.”
“That would be easy, if he wasn’t my Father’s business partner and best friend,” I grunted, taking another swig of my drink. I didn’t know what appealed to me more, the fact that Jameson was gorgeous, or the fact that he was completely off limits to me.
“Come on, babe, like you’ve never thought of taking him into the bathroom and screwing the hell out of him? Your Father doesn’t have to know if it doesn’t take place in front of him…” Bridget giggled, and it hit me then. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?
“You’re a genius, Bridge!” I gripped her by the cheeks, wondering why the hell I hadn’t thought of that. “If he doesn’t know, then it doesn’t matter… Besides, I just want one taste…” I licked my lips at the thought. Jameson Briggs might be off limits but what my father didn’t know couldn’t hurt him right?
“At least someone realizes that…” Bridget frowned for a millisecond before covering it up with a smile. ”Anyway, I want to know all the dirty details…” I stood from the bar stool, knowing that our evening together was coming to an end.
“Yeah, if there’s anything to share…” I sighed, trying not to sound as desperate as I probably looked.
“Oh, there will be, believe me. If the man has a set of eyes on his face there should be plenty for you to tell me.” She laughed, standing and wrapping me in a hug that couldn’t have possibly come from her small form.
“I’ll take your advice and test the waters, but don’t be surprised when I have nothing to report back to you about.” I gave her a half smile, right as she released me. There were no more words about Jameson as we said our goodbyes, and paid our tabs. I walked out of the bar feeling all kinds of depressed. If Jameson was, as faithful to my father and the business as I thought he was, any type of flirtation would backfire on me.